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Chapter 659 Shura
The butcher of the Shura tribe stared at Yue Chuan intently, his eyes bloodshot rapidly.The Shura tribe is warlike and bloodthirsty, and their personality is naturally irritable and irritable. They are fierce even if they don't need to be called out. What's more, someone insulted him, although it was not him.

Yue Chuan naturally wouldn't try to explain anything, besides, he didn't like the Shura clan very much.Raising human beings, slaughtering human beings, and selling human beings as meat, he has killed countless human beings in his life, let alone cooked many human beings. It’s okay if Yue Chuan has never met a guy like him. Now that he has, he will naturally not let him go. .

No need to explain at all, that Shura clan screamed strangely, and rushed over with a knife in hand.

The Shura tribe is born strong, especially their males, whose bodies are very tyrannical.If the muscle fibers of other creatures are as silky as threads, then the muscle fibers of the Shura people are at least as good as matchsticks and ballpoint pen refills. Thick muscle fibers and thick nerves endow them with tyrannical strength and extremely low pain. This is the reason why they are warlike. Any Shura clan can achieve a very high level of cultivation with a little practice.

Of course, the thick muscle fibers also make their figures and appearances very abstract, and they are all ugly. There is no way, other creatures are all carefully crafted, but they are polished carelessly, and there is a difference at the root.

He was ugly at first, but when he got angry again, his facial expression was ferocious and distorted, and he looked like a living ghost. The timid one might be turned around and ran away in fright before the fight started.At least Yue Chuan felt that the grimace mask he was wearing was not as good as the face of the Shura tribe.

The strength of the butcher is not weak. After all, he can live in a big city, and he can open a shop on the street.As soon as he stretches out his hand, he is fighting spirit. The majestic and exquisite fighting spirit shows his extraordinary strength. He must have worked hard and experienced a lot of training in martial arts. Although he lacks opportunities, he is still a long way from the sanctuary. But for ordinary people, he is already a rare master. As long as he doesn't meet a saint-level powerhouse, he can walk sideways.

It's a pity, very unfortunate, that the target of this butcher's provocation is a saint-level powerhouse, and the strength in the middle of the sanctuary.

Yue Chuan seemed to be dumbfounded, standing there blankly, allowing the butcher to stab him.What happened here has already attracted the attention of passers-by. There are often fights in the territory of the Shura tribe. If the day is too peaceful, everyone will feel uncomfortable. Let alone fighting in the street, even killing people in the street, no one panicked. .

The body of the human being next to him whose neck was wiped is still convulsing. He has been fatally injured, but he will not die immediately. He is still conscious and can perceive what is happening around him, but his muddled brain does not Knowing what happened around him, he just clutched his neck in vain, but the blood overflowed and flowed from his fingers like a flood that burst a bank. He just opened his eyes wide open, his empty pupils staring at the butcher's back, I don't know if it's hatred or fear.

The pedestrians around turned a blind eye to the dying people on the ground. In the Demon Continent, no one would care about the life and death of a human being, not even the human beings themselves.What can make them care and be interested is only blood and fighting...

However, soon someone turned around in disappointment, thinking that there would be a hearty battle, but the man in the cloak remained motionless, obviously frightened and stupid, so he probably understood after such a knife.Yes, he is too thin, and he is simply vulnerable in front of the strong Shura tribe.

Crunch...Puff Chi Chi...

Those Shura people who turned around knew it without looking at it. The sound just now was the sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing, and there seemed to be the sound of metal breaking. Could it be that the butcher's knife broke?I didn't expect this skinny guy to have such hard bones, but it's a pity, it's impossible for him to have a chance of surviving this kind of severe injury.

But in the next moment, there were surprises, cheers, applause, and loud noises all around, making the street boil in an instant.Those pedestrians who turned to leave immediately turned around curiously, and the next moment, they also cheered excitedly.

what!what is that!
They saw an unbelievable scene, the thin little man raised his left hand and grabbed the butcher's knife, no, no, he held the knife and the hand holding the knife together in his palm.No one knew how the small palm held the butcher's wide fist and the knife together, and they didn't care about it at all, because Yue Chuan's actions made them cheer without emotion.

The creaking sound continued, and the puffing sound continued, but the butcher's tragic wailing was mixed in the middle.This wail not only did not spoil the interest of the pedestrians around, but even aroused their brutal nature.

kill him!

kill him!
Hasty, rough him!
There were shouts all around, and some people even threw silver and gold coins on the ground, as if they were in a black boxing match, urging the black boxers to kill their opponents, creating some bloody scenes.

However, the bloody scene couldn't satisfy Yue Chuan at all. There was already a bloody scene on the ground. It would be too cheap to wipe this Shura's neck with a knife. What Yue Chuan had to do was to crush him little by little!

The blood-stained butcher's knife was writhing in Yue Chuan's palm, and a pile of iron slag and minced meat mixed with blood poured down from between Yue Chuan's fingers. The skin on his hand wasn't even broken.

Then there is the butcher's thick-boned palm, the fan-like palm reflects Yue Chuan's delicate and slender palm, but this delicate little hand is doing rough things. Of course, in the eyes of the Shura tribe, tyranny is also an art, a kind of beauty. Look at their intoxicated expressions and crazy looks.

Yue Chuan's palm was still as white as snow, and the scarlet color was just a color after all, it could not stain his palm at all.

The butcher's whole body was restrained by an inexplicable force. After he died in horror, the angry threat turned into a panic begging for mercy. Yue Chuan's methods not only crushed his body, but also destroyed his will. What kind of pride? His dignity was shattered and disintegrated here. If his body hadn't been restrained by Yue Chuan, he might have knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

The bare-bottomed humans locked in the iron cage next to them were stunned. They stared at the butcher in a daze. Hearing the butcher's terrified voice, a faint light seemed to emerge from their numb eyes...

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